Тональность: E major
Verse 1
G
I ain't just an artist,
Bbm
G
I put foes under
Bbm
When I hit the target, I unload thunder
G
Bbm
That a turnin' on gunner
or a stone -cold fronter
He outta here, shots and tears,
G
Skatin' off like he gresky
Bbm
in some hockey gear
G
Bumpin' your gums to
Bbm
pumpin' your tongue
I bump in the sun,
G
he'll jump out his ones
Listen, fuck where you from
Gm
or what you be come
Bbm
G
A chump or a bum,
either way I'm jumpin' in funds
Bbm
G
It ain't a damn thing,
Bbm
you gettin' hand chained
G
I could raise more money
Bbm
than a campaign
Bbm
cause it ain't a damn game
G
I'm buying champagne, nigga,
Bbm
it's a damn shame
G
Hats rappin' bout squeezin' clips,
Bbm
G
squeezin' gats
And when it lead to that
Bbm
G
His feet are leadin' traps,
Bbm
keep me out your measly raps
G
I stomp you out with knikes,
Bbm
that's what I call a sneak attack
G
Get your sneakers taxed,
Gm
Bbm
couple of your people slapped
G
Where you wanna meet me at?
Gm
Bbm
I ain't with the meet and chat
G
You gon' need your straps,
same for your buddy
Bbm
G
Since you came with your buddy,
Bbm
you gon' label them cussy
G
I put loonies on your roof,
ain't got goonies
Bbm
G
that'll shoot you for Canadian money
G
Bbm
I ain't just an artist, I put foes under
G
When I hit the target,
Bbm
I unload thunder
G
That'll turn a known gunner
Bbm
or a stone -cold fronter
He outta here, shots and tears,
G
Skatin' off like he gresky in
Bbm
some hockey gear
the punk on your tongue
Bbm
Now bumpin' his son,
G
he'll jump out his wounds
G
Listen, I stay round there
Bbm
with Trey Pym's man
G
Bbm
A clown there, he gon' see A -Round flair
G
He gon' stay there, I'm the nigga,
Bbm
you gon' lay down stairs
G
When you play like a do -rag
Bbm
and lay down here
Cm
Bbm
The NervaLion, word to Sire
G
I'll lay you in some dirt
Bbm
G
like some fertilizer
I'm a work supplier,
Bbm
dealin' with some strong crack
G
Once you see the combat
G
That's how they on track
Bbm
Runnin' to his mom's shack
G
Pullin' signs of condacts,
Bbm
put it on his bald cap
G
Bbm
But it fall back, playin' with me homes
G
On his block, I look like
Bbm
I got NATO on the phone
G
Lay it on your dome for playin' sick
Bbm
G
Jay Slick, if you don't
believe in the God
Bbm
Bbm
Then you's a atheist
G
Got these haters sick,
Bbm
what they even rappin' for?
G
I laugh at them and pass them off
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